I was lying with the pictures on your bedroom floor
None of us were making a sound
Staring at the ceiling where the faces fade
And fall like old confetti to the ground
I am just a statue in your gallery
Holding you with broken arms
You're switching from a concept to an allegory
Lost you in the maps on your palms
(Je préfère) I prefer
I'd like to see
(Vivre hièr) live well
Aujourd'hui today
(Je préfère)
I'd like to see
(Vivre hièr)
Aujourd'hui
You can take a German language course then move to Spain
Wear your overcoat in the sun
Think about the seventies till you're insane
And try to find the pun in the Hun
Accelerate your Citroën down the Roman streets
Crash as many times as you need
But putting all your yesterdays in front of you
Isn't gonna give you the lead
(Je préfère)
I'd like to see
(Vivre hièr)
Aujourd'hui
(Je préfère)
I'd like to see
(Vivre hièr)
Aujourd'hui
"C'est quoi, cette espèce de chanson?
C'est Françoise Hardy?
Vous savez j'ai tous ses disques
Vous voulez écouter 'Tous les Garçons et les Filles'?
Ah come on, cette chanson m'ennuie a mourir."